Last weekend it was my 17th wedding anniversary. Except, it wasn’t, really. Because in my mind, wedding anniversaries require there to be...

The hardest part of grief, I am still finding, is just how little control I have over my reactions or my ability to dictate them when...

This year’s third anniversary of Pete dying was weird. Weird is not the right word. But it’s the only word I can find that fits. The...

I love Christmas. Our last 3 have been … challenging. And so this year I was determined to take it back. For me, if no one else. Three...

So just for fun - I joined Tinder. I lasted 20 minutes. The whole idea of online dating or online meeting someone is so completely...

I walked up a volcano recently. Facebook memories told me that it had been a year since I’d last walked up a mountain. Almost on the same...

This weekend we front up to Fathers Day in lockdown. And frankly, I’m tired of having to adult and parent through these days, and I don’t...

The passage of time is an obscure thing. In the early days I was counting hours and days. Then it became weeks and months. Weirdly the 6...

This school holidays and tested my resilience with dealing with change and challenges. Grieving has taught me that I know so much of what...

Sovereign Hill was always somewhere Pete and I wanted to take the kids. We talked endlessly about wanting to. But just never got around...

Today is all sort of blergh… I’ve been trying to work out why. Facebook memories tell me it’s a year to the day since we scattered Pete’s...

Writing about my grief seems to be a double edged sword. It’s largely cathartic – it helps me get things out of my brain, this blog is...

Grief - I am coming to learn - is a sneaky sod of a thing that appears out of no where and can smack you for six and leave almost as...

With all this time on my hands with kids away for 10 days, you would think I would be lazing around and enjoying it. It is, after all,...

My ability to completely psych myself out with anticipation, over how I will do or cope with things, is one of the worst things I have to...

At the end of last week, I was about as non compos mentis as I have been in 2 years. My world was all just too much. I had every one and...

The last week/10 days has been, for want of a better set of words - a complete fuck fight. Having just settled back into routine -...

I love getting lost in memories through photos. I always have. Looking back on photos and remembering the time and place and talking...

I don’t even know how to get my head around the fact yesterday marked two years without Pete. I spent more of yesterday in tears than I...

To say I was happy to see the back of 2020 is an understatement many people have oft repeated. I struggled with it on many fronts, but I...